Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.